Let's try the whole thing again!
The colours of the night
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Behold the colours of the night
The crimson lake, the China white ...
I happened upon the same juxtaposition of 'crimson lake' and 'China white' in a haunting poem caller Curzon's Foundling, by Pat Winslow
"... cracked skin - crimson lake,
a dab of china white ..."
Pat's poem imagines a foundling monk in a Mount Athos monastery, who has never seen a woman or any representation of one except the Virgin Mary.
I am sure there's no connection with Clive's lyric, but to me those pigment colours have always suggested a blended skin tone - something far removed from the battle scene.